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lovesickheize · 2 years
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mr insanity. ,˖ 𓆟  𓆝  𓆟
dpr ian (christian yu) x gn!reader
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when two mentally unstable strangers find comfort in each other's presence.
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tw! this fic might be triggering for some people. it's not extreme, but it is based on the two characters' mental instability. this is pure fiction.
this fic is inspired by dpr ian's music, especially his first album. my main inspiration was the music video and the lyrics of "nerves", so i'd recommend listening to it, while reading this.
▔ྀ̥̊͝ཾ▔ྀ̥̊͝ཾ▔ྀ̥̊͝ཾ▔༺ ᨦ♡ᨩ༻▔ྀ̥̊͝ཾ▔ྀ̥̊͝ཾ▔ྀ̥̊͝ཾ▔
and i'm sorry i was hurting too much to know that you were standing right there.
it was a moment of spark in the aeonian darkness.
you were sitting on the cold surface of a tunnel's pavement. it was raining hard outside, but you were too invested in your cigarette, diet coke and music to get scared by the thunder.
there was noone around, people locking themselves in their houses to save themselves from the undying storm. you couldn't care less about the cold. you couldn't care less about anything to be frank.
you were just sitting there, body too dehydrated to shed a tear, in a white t-shirt and sweatpants. life had been such a pain in the ass that month.
you chuckled suddenly, the sound leaving your mouth too sad for a laugh. it was ironic, how a song playing on your 'nostalgia' spotify playlist could describe your life so accurately.
you felt a presence approaching your body. head never turning to acknowledge the person that had just sat right next to you. the mysterious person took off their jacket and placed it on your shoulders. you hadn't noticed you were trembling under the ice cold air up until then.
"thanks." you mumbled, still not looking at the person.
they didn't reply, instead pulling something that sounded like a lighter. you caught a cigarette between their tattoo-filled hands with the corner of your eyes.
"i'm ian." they said.
you finally turned your head, the man in front you looking as dead as you did. "i'm y/n."
a comfortable silence took over once again, joining the sound of the storm. a couple of cigarettes later, you looked at him.
"do your tattoos have a meaning?" you asked the person who you now knew was named ian.
"some of them do, some of them don't. this is my favourite." he lifted his t-shirt's sleeve a little to show you the bald man on his left shoulder. "it's a man who looks at his own brain and realises it is limitless." his voice was deep and raspy, probably because of smoking.
"does it symbolize something?" you asked.
"it's just... you know, overthinking. if our brains weren't limitless, we wouldn't think so much, intrusive thoughts wouldn't dominate our already repetitive grey lives..." he said.
"agreed." you replied, tracing the lined man with your fingertips. "it's really pretty."
"do you have any tattoos?" ian asked.
the hand that was tracing his tattoo was now traveling up your body, reaching your hair and moving it to the side. "i got this crescent moon under my hairline a couple of years ago."
"what does it mean?" ian looked at it, eyes admiring the black lines.
"i just love the moon. ever since i was a child, i liked staying up late and looking at it in silence. it comforted me. still does."
"so beautiful." he murmured.
"you know, the moon usually symbolizes illusions and deception, but i view it as a lonely star. it reminds me of myself when i was a teen. a bright positive person in the middle of darkness and evil. but i never was as strong as the moon, i couldn't bear the malevolent nature of our society, i ended up breaking. that's why i look up to the moon. it's strong and confident. just what i wished i was."
you hadn't noticed how his eyes were stuck on you. "wow." was all he could say. "i'm sorry, i probably talk too m-"
you were interrupted by his lips on yours. you responded to the kiss, letting his tongue enter your mouth. the kiss was passionate, you felt hungry for the feeling he was offering you. his hands made their way to the back of your neck, one of his fingers caressing the moon on it, the other holding your hand. your free hand was intertwined in his soft hair, holding him close.
how a stranger could make you feel so much stuff after such a long feelingless period of your life you couldn't understand. it had been years since the last time you genuinely felt something so intense.
he pulled away, both of you catching your breath. "wanna go for a walk?" he asked.
your hand was still being held by his, you nodding positively. the two of you walked past the tunnel, cigarettes, diet coke, headphones, everything long forgotten behind. you were walking in the rain, knowing damn well it was just the two of you and the water-filled clouds.
you danced in the rain. it had been such a long time since the last time you flashed a smile that was so real. he looked at you being happy, almost dead, but still happy. he turned you around, you held his hands so tightly, he also seemed fine for a moment.
after some time, exhausted as you were, you moved closer to him, leaning your head on his wet by the rain chest. his arms wrapped around you, holding you as warm as they could, soaked as he was.
the rain was still heavy, but you didn't care. he didn't care.
that's all you could remember from that night moments before you left everything behind. the only night you felt genuinely happy, forgetting how cruel life is.
"thank you for making me feel." he whispered
the car's wheels were forced to turn, leading the car towards the hill.
welcome to the show. so, can you stay a little longer, just until i know you see me standing here?
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bubblixie · 1 year
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.‘ 🚬 : 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆.? ’ ★
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xuxuzinhoo · 6 months
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Mergulhei nos seus olhos | Hong Dabin (DPR LIVE)
Avisos: Dabin x Leitora ▪︎ conteúdo adulto ▪︎ uso de maconha ▪︎ rio de janeiro ▪︎ praia ▪︎ casal bem apaixonadinho ▪︎
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NATIRUTS/mergulhei-nos-seus-olhos_feat.katchafire.mp3..
Bolava o baseado com facilidade natural e a erva nem escapava.
O mar era admirado pelos dois. A erva foi compartilhada entre uma tragada e outra, quase em sincronia enquanto o velho e desgastado rádio tocava músicas de um pen-drive montado pelos gosto dos dois para essas ocasiões, na pequena tela azul lia:
mergulhei_nos_seus_olhosNATIRUTS.mp3
Se sentia mergulhando e flutuando . A linha do mar e os rocheados do por do sol perderam a graça ao passo que se viu presa ao homem sentado ao lado, esparramado na áreia, nem um pouco diferente de você. Um dos cotovelos se precionaram ao chão para dar sustento, ele tragava pacientemente; segura o bolado como se estivesse segurando o ar entre os dedos.
Era possível? Se perguntava. Tanta delicadeza até no simples.
Dabin admirava o mar e a pequena tatuagem perdida na sua coxa direita. E porra, ele jurava que aquele sol tatuado na tua pele brilhava mais que o astro rei natural, o qual se cansou de lutar contra o teu brilho e se escondia agora no mar.
Se perdeu no coreano no compasso em que ele se perdia em você.
-Que houve ? Bateu forte foi?
-Acho que mergulhei nos seus olhos.
Dabin fechou os olhos com a confissão, deu um sorriso tímido antes de abrir ele. Os olhos te olhavam com tanta doçura que poderiam te fazer chorar por transbordar tanto amor.
O sorriso dele deixa escapar aquele fumacê antes da hora, e o vento empurra contra seu rosto acompanhado de chuviscos de areia que nem sequer lhe incomodaram. Mas como poderiam? Seus olhos ainda estavam presos naquela íris, poderia enchergar a imensidão do oceano atraves deles sem nem sequer molhar a ponta dos pés; e o mundo era muito lindo ali. Mergulhava em Dabin como se os olhos fossem mar e o sorriso oceano.
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dprspace · 1 year
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dabins comments not the why scott so fine for LMAOOO
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k-etak · 2 years
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hazel42 · 1 year
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Coping mechanisms at their best 🥹🥹
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sagittpy · 1 year
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articxns · 1 year
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ㅤ⠀ ⠀⠀  ⠀🧿 ⃕ ░║▌.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀˚.◌ ⃝ㅤ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀     ⠀𓊆DPR Live𓊇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝄒⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀. ✦ . ۫ ㅤ⠀      ⠀soloistㅤ⠀⠀⠀     ⠀・。゚
ㅤ⠀ ⠀⭒ ݁ . ㅤ ⠀🅛︎🅘︎🅚︎🅔︎ㅤ⠀ orㅤ⠀ 🅡︎🅔︎🅑︎🅛︎🅞︎🅖︎ㅤ⠀ #♡ !
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shohasama · 1 year
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I still remember how we met..
here are some pictures I took at the dream perfect concert, please credit if you use them ⭐️
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dpr-live · 1 year
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i just think that blond hair was made for dabin.
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mapofmysoulx · 2 years
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Dpr Live // “Alien thoughts”
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omokpop · 1 year
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like or reblog if save/ @baebblu
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xuxuzinhoo · 1 year
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DABIN (DPR LIVE) - tô derretendo na tua frente.
Avisos: Dabin¡ leitora * Smut * sexo sem proteção * breeding kink! * ¿exibicionismo? * carioca¡ * Song fic: baby 95 - liniker *
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- vai descolorir meus pelinhos também é? - o olhar era curioso sob o pequeno recipiente com o pó descolorante e a água oxigenada.
Em uma terça feira de sol, a casa apresentará um quintal agradável cheio de flores que surgiam do chão de concreto até a sacada da varanda do lar. O sol radiante trazia a sensação de fim de semana e um banho de mangueira nesse dia de calor do rio de janeiro se mostrava mais convidativo do que nunca.
O pincel fora passado de forma leve entre a mistura e o braço levemente bronzeado do namorado. Antes, o hábito era um tanto singular, agora, não conseguia sair sem descolorir os pelinhos do braço e das pernas, tornou-se adepto da estética brasileira e sempre que você ia fazer uma marquinha e descolorir ele ia atrás.
Deitaram-se na espreguiçadeira branca tomando um sol entre os minutos para a efeito agir, e nesses momentos vagos perguntava como ia a empresa, contava as fofocas da família que o namorado sempre fazia questão de saber - apesar de Dabin ser tímido diante da família - perguntava tudo, se mostrava curioso e as reações sempre geravam um ataque de risos em você. A mão na boca e a cara de incrédulo seguido de um comentário sobre o assunto do dia "mas que teu tio sempre foi um safado todo mundo sabia amor, eu te falei... mas a tia Charlene não tem que se estressar não, o que é dele tá guardado"
O coçar do produto na pele sinalizava que era o hora de tirar, caminhou até o registro girando a rosca em um sentido contrário até a água começar a sair da mangueira azul.
Foi esfregando os braços jogando a água pelo o corpo, vestindo apenas o biquíni, cena essa, tornou um deleite para seu namorado. Olhou para o loiro risonha, andou até ele.
"Vou te limpar"
Sentada nas coxas de Dabin, segurava a mangueira, já estava acariciando tempo de mais o peitoral masculino, segundos depois a intimidade coberta pelo minúsculo biquíni roçava contra a coxa nua.
- porra bebê - as mãos foram contra a cintura, ajeitou corpo na cadeira. achegou a intimidade agora por cima do pau teso no Short tequetel.
Estava tão embriagante o a fricção entre os sexos, achava que ia gozar a cada murmurinho da voz grave. A sensação do corpo em fogo abaixo da luz do sol fazendo o homem pender a cabeça para trás.
- tira tira - pediu afobado para tirar a parte de cima da peça - quero chupar esses peitinhos.
A rosto do namorado era prensado mais forte a cada sugada, brincava com os biquinhos rijos, mordia e rodeava com o pontinha da língua, cheio de travessura no olhar pra propor algo melhor para os dois.
- Dabin eu quero agora. - afastou sentando melhor sob o corpo suado - me fode agora vai- soltou manhosa desfazendo o laço da lateral da calcinha.
A mão intrusa foi rápida em puxar a peça e jogar no chão do quintal e o short tequetel foi puxado de qualquer jeito até o calcanhar.
E antes de alargar a pequena entrada estava a pouco de babar na imagem da buceta contra a luz do sol e estava extasiado na cena tão tesuda em seus olhos. Não podia ser alucinação, estava gravando o momento, em uma atmosfera muito envolvente para desviar sequer o olhar.
- olha amor, tá me engolindo todinho, ela é gulosa não é? Vai ficar larguinha pra porra. - segurou seu corpo e deitou os dois no chão do quintal, com o namorado por cima.
Dabin estava a ponto de realmente surrar muito e acabar magoando o buraquinho, se tentasse diminuir o ritmo era impedido pelas súplicas "deixa inchadinha amor, não para até ficar inchadinha", quase babava com tanto tesão transbordando pelo corpo, estava completamente suada, os corpos se escorregam entre si frente ao raio solar.
Se sentia quase derretendo na frente dele, o pau fez ausência depois de você gozar. O namorado foi apressado batendo uma até a esporrar na sua barriga.
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dprspace · 1 year
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"You’re worth it baby, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise because it’s not their life it’s your life " - DPR IAN
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paledreamerzombie · 1 year
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Sabrina Patel's book covers for her upcoming book MOODSWINGS OUT OF ORDER. She will be selling two different cover versions on amazon and her website, and the book will have a part two to it, from her explanation DPR IAN album titles are the name of her chapters.
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